Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

But he saw a banner on his back with the three big characters of Bu Yizi written on it. Suddenly, he was half sober from the wine:

"Are you Lai Wenjun?"

"Hehe, it's me, it's me." Lai Wenjun was very indifferent, as if he knew that Deng Baichuan was here to find him.

"Do you know who I am?" Deng Baichuan was slightly surprised, and asked back.

Lai Wenjun shook his head, and took a sip of wine on his own:

"I don't know who it is, but I figured out that someone will come to kill me today."

"Someone came to kill you?" Deng Baichuan was dumbfounded, someone came to drink instead of killing you, what kind of heart is this?

"Hehe, that's right, I will die today, please allow me to drink a few more glasses before it's too late." Lai Wenjun said frankly.

Deng Baichuan was a little dazed, feeling that Lai Wenjun was out of his mind: "When did I say I was going to kill you?"

Lai Wenjun was taken aback, and said, "Aren't you the killer Qinglong sent to kill me?"

"Qinglonghui?" Deng Baichuan's head buzzed suddenly, more than half of the alcohol was awake again.

No one in the entire arena knows that the Azure Dragon Gang is powerful.

This is an extremely mysterious organization.

Especially their big leader, Gongzi Yu, can be called a god-like existence.

Lai Wenjun counted and shook his head: "Friend, I'm sorry, I came three quarters early, I'm afraid, you are going to die with me."

Deng Baichuan was speechless. I just drank a glass of wine and provoked someone. You let me die with you. I couldn't help but wondered: "You are really Lai Buyi"

Zuixian Tower, the third floor.

Murong Fu followed the boss and walked into what he called the fairy room.

Indeed, as he said, there is an extremely old landscape painting here.

"Look, this painting in my family has been handed down for seven generations and it still hasn't rotted, how amazing is it!" the boss said proudly.

Murong Fu glanced at Wang Yuyan, who walked to the painting, looked at it for a while, and confirmed, "Cousin, this painting is really more than a hundred years old."

"Hmph, more than a hundred years, according to the records of my ancestors, at least 500 years." The boss said proudly.

Murong Fu nodded and moved closer to the painting.

I didn't expect this painting to be perfectly preserved.

Except for some traces of time left on it, there is no scar or water stain.

"Unexpectedly, you preserved it so well?"

The boss said: "It's not that we kept it well, but that these words seem to be protected by gods."

"No one can touch it except our family."

"Oh? What's the mystery?" Murong Fu asked with interest.

"Let me tell you this, there was a big fire in the Zuixian building in my house back then."

"The three-storey building was burned until there were flying ash all over the floor."

"As a result, there is nothing wrong with this fairy tale in our house. Do you think it's miraculous?" The boss said proudly.

A'Zhu and A'bi showed surprise and said, "Master, it's really amazing to hear him say that."

Murong Fu looked at the appearance of the two little girls, stared at the boss and smiled slightly:

"Boss, you specifically asked us to come up, not just to tell us stories?"

Chapter 160: Extinct in Seven Generations

The boss was stunned for a moment, and said in admiration: "This young master is really extraordinary, and he is telling the truth."

"I just want you to come up and take a look at this painting."

A'Zhu was puzzled and said: "Why did you invite my son-in-law alone? There is no conspiracy, right?"

"No, no." The boss waved his hands repeatedly and explained, "Actually, it's a long story."

"Then take your time, we're not in a hurry anyway." Wang Yuyan said calmly.

The boss thought for a while, then sighed and said, "Let me tell you the truth, there were indeed gods who visited my house back then."

"The words are indeed left by him. However, before he left, he once said that my family will be extinct for seven generations."

"Seven generations?" Murong Fu sized up the boss and said with a smile, "You are the seventh generation?"

"Yes, I am the seventh generation." The boss nodded.

"Then aren't you living well? Haven't died yet?" A'Zhu asked curiously.

The boss showed a bitter face: "I am not dead, but my family is really dying."

"How do you say that?" Abby asked.

The boss looked at the three girls in embarrassment, and then at Murong Fu: "Well, I...I can't have a child."

"Hehe, why don't you find a doctor to have a look?" Murong Fu deliberately joked.

"Look, it doesn't work." The boss replied dejectedly: "The doctor can't even see what's wrong."

Murong Fu said speechlessly: "Even a doctor can't save you, but you can save you by showing me a painting?"

"Yes, I really can't help it. I asked Lai Wenjun, and he told me that as long as I find a lucky person, I can give him the painting." The boss said.

"Lai Wenjun? What did he say?" Murong Fu still affirmed Lai Buyi's strength.

"Well, he said that this painting is a formation, which can collect luck in the world, just."

"Nowadays, the luck above is too strong, and our family is all mortals, so we can't bear it anymore."

"Just send it out!" said the boss.

"You boss is really black-hearted, you want to give such a vicious thing to my young master." A'Zhu and A'bi said angrily and were about to do it.

The boss quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, Lai Wenjun said that only those with great luck can calm down this painting, and the two sides complement each other, and good things happen again and again."

"Oh?" Murong Fu's eyes lit up: "Then how do you know that I am a lucky man?"